The Story I Heard

Hey you Jojo,
Yeah I know your name.
Thought I saw you,
Jump a Utah train,
But I could not say,
I could not say.

Heard you tried to
Keep your hat on a shelf.
Married a woman,
Went off and loved someone else.
It could be as well,
I cannot tell.
Oh, no I cannot tell.

Hey you Jojo,
Don't you forget your name.
Might try to keep you,
From the man you have been.
So don't go that way,
Don't go that way.

Oh cause the story I heard,
Is that people are bored,
And the measures you take,
To wrestle with your Lord.
All the money you take,
All the memories you spill,
Will He measure your time?
Will He measure your will?
Oh now.

One of these mornings,
Will be the loudest you hear.
You'll write your story on firecracker paper.
And disappear, near disapear.
And disappear, near disappear.

Oh because the story I heard,
Is that people are bored,
And the measures you take,
To wrestle with your Lord,
Are the measures you fake.
Whether you're dead or just still,
Will He measure your time?
Will He measure your will?
Oh now.

One of these mornings,
We'll be, We'll be.
One of these mornings,
We'll be, We'll be home.